My Core is the Boss-Chapter 139.2: Its Still a Divine Technique. Its in the Name.
Silence.
A few breaths later, Dongchang exploded. "Earth Sword Marquis, are you mocking us True Lords?!"
Ten trillion? Who could even conceive of that amount?!
Nascent Soul cultivators lined up to condemn Qi Yuan. "Utterly ridiculous, fabricating slander, then attempting extortion! You must be executed!"
Qi Yuan stood alone under their accusations, looking small and powerless. Sure, it was fabricated, but it didn't have to be false.
He was angry, like a migrant worker owed wages. "Fine, I'll just kill you all!"
Qi Yuan charged at the spirit-ship.
Lord Empty smirked. "You are just a backwater Nascent Soul cultivator! What rank can your divine technique possibly be? You dare challenge me?"
Nascent Souls each awakened a divine technique, ranked from ninth(lowest) to first tier(highest). The seventh to ninth tier were classified as low grade, while the first to third tier was considered high grade. There were even higher tiers. Typically, cultivators from the Hundred Nations had low grade divine techniques, with some occasional mid grade ones. Lord Empty had a first tier Divine Technique. It was going to be a one-sided slaughter.
On the little boat, the old woman shook her head. "The Bright Palace has three Nascent Souls on board, each with a high ranking Divine Technique, plus over a dozen more Nascent Souls. The Blood-Clothed Sword God is acting unwise."
The Nascent Souls of the Hundred Nations were simply too weak. Their innate combat strength was a full level below those of the Bright Palace.
Meanwhile, Jiang Ya glanced at the Blood-Clothed Sword God. A flicker of doubt flashed in her eyes. She couldn't explain why, but something about him felt off.
Qi Yuan held his blood-colored sword, his expression fierce and murderous. "You think only you people have divine techniques? I have them too!"
He shot toward the ship like a blood-red raven streaking across the night sky.
"I'll take care of you!" Lord Empty sneered. He stepped off the ship and raised his hand toward the heavens. "Nine Heavens Thunder! Radiant Sword! Evil Slayer!"
Sunlight streamed endlessly over him, casting him in a sacred, radiant brilliance. A sword of pure light materialized in his hand, making him look like a righteous immortal with bone-deep nobility. His blade seemed capable of sweeping away all demons under heaven.
Qi Yuan glanced at the light sword and shook his head. "That's not how you use a lightsaber. You're supposed to change outfits first. No, first you need to change your persona, then transform with your lightsaber. That's the only way it works."
On Blue Planet, there had been a wave of short videos featuring "lightsaber transformations." People in ordinary clothes would swing a lightsaber, then the scene cuts to sexy outfits under dim lights. Some versions were even excessively revealing.
Seeing Lord Empty activate his technique, Qi Yuan could only judge him by the same standard.
Righteous energy blazed around Lord Empty. His face twisted in fury, reminiscent of a wrathful celestial deity. "First-tier Divine Technique, Radiant Sword! Let's see how you handle it!"
"And how will you handle mine?" Qi Yuan asked.
A horrifying, uncanny aura burst forth from his sword. Even its mere presence dyed the water red. The crimson color crept outward, staining the blazing sunlight of the Radiant Sword.
To Lord Empty, it felt like he had fallen straight into the deepest hell, wrapped in blood-soaked darkness.
Qi Yuan activated the Inner Demon Lure. "Let me show you my Divine Technique!”
The blood-red aura no longer remained confined to a small patch. The entire Lingfeng Ferry sank into a bloody purgatory. Ghostly winds roared and tides of blood surged. Every Nascent Soul cultivator froze, shock and terror painted across their faces.
Lord Empty trembled in horror. "This is an Origin Divine Technique!"
He tried to flee, terrified, but was already drowning in the delusion.
It wasn't a weak technique by any means. A single strike rivaled an Origin Divine Technique unleashed by a Supreme. When used against a mere Nascent Soul cultivator, it was like nuking a chicken.
In the span of a single breath, Lord Empty dissolved into a splash of blood.
Qi Yuan stared at the blood puddle and bragged, "So? Isn't my Divine Technique stronger than yours?"
Unfortunately, there was no reply. The remaining Nascent Souls trembled uncontrollably. The Blood-Clothed Sword God had used an Origin Divine Technique!
Most of them had never witnessed a Violet Palace cultivator attack in person. Yet from that single strike, they instantly understood it was an Origin Divine Technique, which belonged exclusively to Violet Palace experts.
A Violet Palace realm expert has appeared in the Hundred Nations?!
Lord Dongchang's heart sank. Why did a Violet Palace cultivator suddenly appear out of nowhere?
The two remaining Bright Palace Nascent Souls also stiffened, though they tried to maintain composure. The Bright Palace still held dozens of Violet Palace cultivators.
The Nascent Soul who had been arrogant earlier now said much more politely, "Senior, using an Origin Divine Technique against Lord Empty's divine technique is a bit excessive, isn't it?"
Though deep down, he was still proud. After all, he was from the Bright Palace, and had done nothing to deserve the Blood-Clothed Sword God’s wrath. Unlike Lord Empty, who was a lost cause.
"It's still a divine technique. It's in the name," Qi Yuan replied matter-of-factly.
He had stolen the line from Wu Tong, but it no longer counted as plagiarism since the guy was no more.
Sword in hand, he walked toward the ship.
The Bright Palace Nascent Soul's expression tightened. "Senior, don't tell me you intend to slaughter us all? Senior, you may be at the Violet Palace realm, but the Bright Palace has no shortage of cultivators at your level. You've already killed Lord Empty, let that settle the grudge. Please consider carefully!"
They couldn't win, hence they could only reason.
"Hmph." Qi Yuan coldly stared at them. "That's not what you were saying earlier."
When he first appeared, they had all hurled insults at him, eager to "eradicate evil on behalf of the heavens." Now they wanted to reason?
"Senior, are you certain you wish to make an enemy of the Bright Palace?" the late-stage Nascent Soul asked coldly.
Qi Yuan didn't hesitate any longer. "It's your Bright Palace that made an enemy of me.”
Inner Demon Lure erupted once again. The massive ship seemed to stain with blood as every Nascent Soul aboard went insane. 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
"No!"
"Aaaah, I shouldn't have killed my own brother and defiled his wife!"
"I didn't mean to, he was just too talented!"
Inner demons swarmed, reducing the grand ship into a crimson hellscape in mere seconds. More than a dozen Nascent Souls twisted, screamed, lost themselves, and were annihilated one by one. The servants and songstresses aboard shook uncontrollably, as though witnessing the most horrifying sight in the world.
Qi Yuan sheathed his sword. "Boring. None of you were even worth a single strike from me."
They were all too weak, he didn't even have to use his Golden Core. Even the Bright Palace's Violet Palace cultivators likely couldn't force him to use it. Perhaps, only the Emperor Dragon Shock Crown could.
According to the Iceberg Empress, the Emperor Dragon Shock Crown could unleash the power of a Yin Spirit. That would be akin to a true immortal, one who walked unseen through the mortal world, worthy of worship from mortals and cultivators alike.
Qi Yuan glanced around, declaring, "The Bright Palace pretended to come bearing apologies, yet sent assassins to besiege me! If this vengeance goes unpaid, heaven itself would be unjust! I hereby declare war on the Bright Palace! Either the Bright Palace perishes or I do!"
His thunderous shout rolled across dozens of miles.
Every onlooker trembled. The Blood-Clothed Sword God is a Violet Palace expert!
With a wave of Qi Yuan’s hand, all the storage bags flew into his grasp. Since the White Moonlights had traveled thousands of miles to see him, of course he wouldn't decline their gifts.
Just as he was about to leave, someone gently called out, "Senior, please wait."
